Every Moment Holds A Truth

Every event carries purpose, hidden deep within. Waiting for the right moment to reveal its true intent. Realizing ignorance is to blame for actions wishing to be undone. Unaware of the outcome, when consequences are spun. Regrets of the past linger, unchangeable and stark, Echoes of our actions, leaving an indelible mark. We often fail to see the cost of love pushed aside, Only to face the aftermath, where our broken hearts reside. We flip through pages of pain, the weight of our transgressions. And find our hollow apologies lack any real confessions. Desperate whispers of remorse, falling on deaf ears. Failed attempts lay pleading for someone just to hear. The hands lay criminal, in the fires that we’ve made. Consequences surround our actions, awaiting to be paid. In every scar, there’s wisdom, in every fear a clue, To cherish what is precious, and hold it close to you.